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From Germany with glove | Scribe in the City
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Scribe in the City. Musings on urban life and…. Oh baby, things have changed. From Germany with glove. March 28, 2012. It was two years ago this month that an unlikely sort of love story began. That is, my fondness for lost gloves. And it’s still going strong, which I’ve documented in a long series of photographs that I call “Glove Stories.”. Was just one of many German ports we visited. One of Regensburg's busy squares. My first glove story. How did that person not notice? Share on Facebook (Opens in ne...
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kayak adventures: 03/01/2012 - 04/01/2012
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Adventures and misadventures of a sea kayak guide in Mexico, the Northwest US, and around the world. Saturday, March 10, 2012. Along the arteries of Guaymas flows a stream of white busses. The winding and changing of their gears is a sound that floats out over the water to our anchored sailboat. Staccato punctuation of barking dogs comes in stereo from many points around the bay. We enjoy dinner in the cockpit and talk under the stars. How many last trips to town have we made this week? I return the bump...
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kayak adventures: 02/01/2012 - 03/01/2012
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Adventures and misadventures of a sea kayak guide in Mexico, the Northwest US, and around the world. Thursday, February 09, 2012. San Isidro Mountain Oasis. San Isidro, one of the most remote settlements in the Baja peninsula, lies below us. Off we set again, the truck in front enveloped in its own dust and silhouetted beside the cacti. The fields grow typical garden veggies: tomatoes, onions, garlic, chilies, lettuce, peas, carrots, sweet potatoes, and acres of favas. The favas are a staple. Coo...Field...
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kayak adventures: 02/01/2013 - 03/01/2013
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Adventures and misadventures of a sea kayak guide in Mexico, the Northwest US, and around the world. Tuesday, February 12, 2013. We Crossed an Ocean. We crossed an ocean. It really just hit me today. Misty’s sails are down and folded under a tarp on the deck. We’re motoring towards the ramp where we’ll take her out of the water tomorrow. Was I really there? There’s an unreality to it. But it’s a valid question. WAS I really there—in each moment, present? Am I really here? 8220;Goodbye My Lover” sin...
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kayak adventures: 08/01/2012 - 09/01/2012
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Adventures and misadventures of a sea kayak guide in Mexico, the Northwest US, and around the world. Thursday, August 23, 2012. 8220;Shells sink, dreams float…”. I used to think there were 2 separate circles: Possible and Impossible. What if Possible and Impossible overlapped? Or, more radically, what if they are the same circle? What if all that is impossible is possible, depending on mindset? Impossible: I can’t because . Job, family, home, debts, distance, gravity. How much time to allow? 8220;Forgive...
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Shamatha Practice–Post 6 | being here, doing this
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Being here, doing this. Shamatha Practice–Post 5. Can I Meditate if I Don’t Want to be a Buddhist? Shamatha Practice–Post 6. July 29, 2012. Let me say now thank you for reading and following my posts, each of you. It’s so much nicer to know you’re actually talking to someone! Please feel free to comment. Help is appreciated, as is conversation, or just kidding around, too. Buddhists, despite the rep, indulge in some wicked humor at times. Last part (well, is there really a last part to meditation? Think ...
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kayak adventures: 03/01/2015 - 04/01/2015
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Adventures and misadventures of a sea kayak guide in Mexico, the Northwest US, and around the world. Sunday, March 01, 2015. The memories are all idyllic. I long for the islands again. We plan to paddle around Great Barrier Island together on this visit. The Barrier, as locals call it, protects the Hauraki Gulf from Pacific Ocean swells. Auckland is located deep within the Hauraki Gulf, along with a number of other smaller islands. We set out at the stroke of 11am, which is still a little early for the c...
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60 random things about me | A life of photographs
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The girl behind the blog. 60 random things about me. A life of photographs. My kind of creative. 60 random things about me. 60 things about me:. Middel name is Elisabeth (after my mums middel name). Mum wanted to name me Eirin. Thank god she didn’t, I don’t like that name at all! If I was a boy my name would’ve been Kjetil (most likely). I’ve seen the movie Waterdance over 10 times. LOVE IT! I’ve never smoked. I was 19 the first time I got drunk. I’ve never met my mums father, something I wish I had.
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kayak adventures: 04/01/2012 - 05/01/2012
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Adventures and misadventures of a sea kayak guide in Mexico, the Northwest US, and around the world. Tuesday, April 10, 2012. Shakedown, or How to Catch a Kayaker. Written in late March). We left Guaymas at sunset as a 2-day north wind began to mellow. I steered while Henrick saw to details of the rigging. Once we were out of the bay, the residual swell lifted and rocked the boat. Our speed continued to climb, and we soon left my imaginary kayak far behind. 8220;A good traveler has no plans and is not in...
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Adventures and misadventures of a sea kayak guide in Mexico, the Northwest US, and around the world. Friday, August 02, 2013. The No-Garbage Theory of Chicken Spirits. Nothing disappears. I looked into the yellow and black eye of my chicken as she gasped, and the presence departed from that eye. Where did that breath just go? I read somewhere of “primitive” cultures without the concept of trash. Where resources are a closed system. So where does a chicken’s spirit go? Or is it the recycling plant? If rat...
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